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371 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2012
I’ve talked about this weakness of mine before. If I see a really awesome bargain on a hardcover book with the words, “New York Times Best Seller” on it, I’m gunna buy it. It’s a money draining habit of mine and I have books piled all over my apartment because of it. Sometimes the habit’s not so bad. I pick up some well-written books I probably would have never thought twice about before I saw the bargain price. It even helps me discover new authors to recommend their books to my book loving friends, which I enjoy doing…this book, however, is not one of them.
I have never read any Lisa Scottoline books before and a lot of the reviews online seemed to give her books quite the high rating. From reading the description of the story before me, I knew I was in for a very girly read about love and family, which isn’t really my cup of tea in novels. I decided to read it anyway to get a taste of the style of writing, to learn more about the author and simply to have a real opinion of her work. I like talking about books with other people. Believe it or not, bringing a book alone to a restaurant and sitting at a bar has always been a successful conversation starter by others, whether it be, “I LOVE that book!” or “Why in the world are you reading at a bar?” Funny thing is I talked with the guy so much who was appalled at my reading at a bar that we eventually shared our dinner plates and introduced each other and to his friends that were with him. We never saw each other again, but it was a very pleasant experience.
Anyway, back to the book. There was so much wrong with this book and it’s difficult to pinpoint the problems down to just one thing. I will say that I am not a mother and have not exactly experienced these feelings first hand, but I have been a daughter for quite some time, and we do not act this way. We do not say, “I love you” to our parents and siblings in every other paragraph. I did a lot of skimming through those paragraphs. I really don’t know how I managed through the entire novel. To be honest, I disliked EVERY single character, except maybe the dog, probably because he had very little character development.
This is my biggest problem with the book. The main character was the character I hated the most. Jill…she’s nosy, annoying, selfish, annoying, stupid, annoying… For the longest time, I blamed Jill. But I don’t think she was the problem. The real problem lies within the writing itself. That has to explain why I hated each character so much. No one in this story was likeable. Sure, Jill had the most character, and I could see the writer trying, but it was very difficult to feel sympathy or empathy for this chick.
She and Sam kept having the same fight over and over about having the ex stepdaughters live with them. If anything, I disliked Sam the least. He made the right move leaving as she relived her life with her dead ex. Okay, I’m going to try to mix some positive with the negative to spice things up a bit. Jill was a strong woman who still wanted to be there for her ex step-kids and I admire that. She did it by calling them all the time when Victoria clearly did not want her around and even telling them she loves them. I felt for Victoria. She was annoying too with her constant anger, but I couldn’t blame her. If I were stuck in a story like this I’d be trippin’ too.
I have to say, the random twists that this book occasionally provided did keep it interesting enough to keep going. I appreciated that. That’s what kept this book from being the worst book ever. I have read worse. But I am sad to say, this did make top 5 of worst stories I have ever read. I don’t know the age of the writer, but I kept getting this sense that she had to have been over middle aged. She seemed to try to have the characters talk like people would today, but she just didn’t capture it right. It really made this story feel very fake as I was reading it. Also, a tiny thing that caught my attention- not a big deal! But there was a moment in the book where Jill turned off the computer, and then turned it on and restarted it… you don’t turn off a computer just to tell it to Restart again. Maybe that’s not what she meant. Maybe she meant that Jill shut off the computer and started it back up again. Whatever happened, it should have been written differently.
Before I end this review, I will say that I do have somewhat of an idea as to why some people would enjoy this novel. Maybe it’ll be better for people who can actually relate to some of the characters or even parts of the story. I could not relate to it at all, which could be part of the reason I was displeased. It did have some intense moments that I did enjoy, kind of how I felt with Bella in the Twilight series, except that I didn’t hate Bella. I apologize for my negativity, but this is my honest personal review. I think this story had potential. It’s how the characters talked and interacted with each other that seemed very unreal to me.
I shall address one more issue as I conclude this review. The very first problem I discovered with this book was when my mom asked me how the book was when I started the first couple chapters. Everyone is crying over a dead family member…for the entire first two chapters. There should be a limit to crying in a novel, and the limit should be no more than two pages. The point will be made, and the story can progress forward. What made me remember this problem is the next day when my mom asked me if the book got any better, and I answered with pure and true excitement, “It did! Everyone stopped crying by chapter 6!”